[Pat a cake, pat a
cake,]
Baker’s man!
So I do, master, as fast as I can.
Pat it, and prick it,
And mark it with T.
And then it will serve
For Tommy and me.
[There was a man and he
had naught,]
And robbers came to rob him;
He crept up to the chimney top,
And then they thought they had him.
But he got down on t’other side,
And then they could not find him:
He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,
And never look’d behind him.
[Ding——dong——bell, the cat’s in
the well,]
Who put her in? little Johnny Green.
Who pulled her out? great Johnny Stout.
What a naughty boy was that,
To drown poor pussy cat;
Who never did him any harm,
And killed the mice in his father’s barn.
